The wound was shallow, but it was there. The clean shaven man staggered to his feet as the lion pounced away. The beast had another man in its jaws but he didn't look too badly injured, about as much as the clean shaven man himself, perhaps. They were hanging on surprisingly well and the addition of another person would certainly help.

The clean shaven man looked to where their new ally had thrown their rock, a little aside from the rest of the group. It wasn't in convenient grabbing distance, but he made his way towards it while also moving towards the lion. The wounds he'd received were a painful reminder not to jump in with no plan, so he made preparations to grab the rock if he could or jump back into the fray should the opportunity present itself.